A Lanyue carefully applied medicine on Zhao Litang's hands. The hands that were once so slender and strong, able to control a horse, pull a bow, and wield a sword, now had five fingers hanging limply, and the blood hole in the center of the palm was filled with a sticky scarlet color.
How painful would it be
But despite such a painful injury, the general didn't make a sound from beginning to end.
Tears flowed uncontrollably, and Alan Yue whispered in a flattering tone, "General, this medicine can make the wound heal faster, but it will be very painful after the effect of the medicine takes effect. You have to bear it..."
Zhao Litang's lips seemed to move, but the sound was too soft and A Lanyue couldn't hear clearly what he said.
"General, what did you say just now? Can you repeat it again..." Alan Yue approached carefully.
Zhao Litang moved his tongue and used all his strength to piece together a complete sentence.
He said intermittently, "Either...get out...or...kill...Amul..."
With a "pop", the medicine box in Alanyue's hand fell directly to the ground. His eyes were red and he quickly bent down to pick it up, and then he didn't dare to look at Zhao Litang.
"General... I... I'm leaving first..."
After saying that, A Lanyue covered her mouth and hurriedly ran out of the cell.
In the following days, Amul never came to the cell again, and Zhao Litang was not subjected to any other punishment except for some flogging.
Alanyue insisted on visiting him in the cell every day. Amul would not let anyone else come in, so Alanyue applied medicine to Zhao Litang personally. Perhaps because the ointments she used were of the best quality, Zhao Litang's old injuries were gradually recovering.
However, Zhao Litang's attitude towards A Lanyue remained the same every day. He was either obviously disgusted and disgusted, or deliberately indifferent and distant. Besides that, Zhao Litang also felt deeply betrayed.
This inexplicable emotion made him even more angry and painful.
But in recent days, when A Lanyue came, Zhao Litang rarely did not chase him away right away. When he was applying medicine to himself, he just turned his eyes away and didn't look at him.
This small change has made Alan Yue very happy, as long as the general does not despise her and does not refuse her treatment.
When A Lanyue packed up his things and was about to leave the cell, Zhao Litang suddenly called him in a hoarse voice.
A Lanyue was surprised and happy, and hurriedly moved closer to Zhao Litang to listen carefully to what he wanted to say to her.
After Zhao Litang finished speaking, he just stood there in a daze.
"How about it?"
Zhao Litang's throat was hoarse and there was a bloody taste in his throat when he spoke, but his consciousness was extremely clear and he asked the person in front of him word by word.
"I've made a concession... Just this one request... Do you agree or not?"
A Lanyue clutched the hem of her sleeves tightly, biting her lower lip, and was very conflicted. For a moment, she didn't know how to respond.
Zhao Litang made a concession. He would not let himself kill his own brother with his own hands, but allowed him to eavesdrop on the barbarians' military intelligence and then tell him.
But to be fair, the pain in Alanyue's heart was no less than Zhao Litang's. Even if it was a request that betrayed his own nation, he couldn't refuse it outright, simply because of the inseparable feelings he had for Zhao Litang.
"If you can't do it... forget it..." Zhao Litang saw that he didn't answer for a long time, thinking that he rejected his condition, "... don't come again in the future... I don't want to see you again... If you still insist on coming... I will find a way to commit suicide..."
"No!" Alan Yue said anxiously, the corners of her eyes already red again.
He raised his hand and gently stroked the scar on Zhao Litang's palm. This deep and ugly scar seemed to be deeply engraved in his heart. However, instead of healing, it was pierced deeper day by day.
"I... I promise you..."
During the next three days, Alan Yue did not go to the cell again.
Zhao Litang thought that he had changed his mind and would never come to see him again. When this thought came to his mind, Zhao Litang actually felt a lot more relieved.
In fact, I never had much hope that he would help me in the first place, so forcing him away would be a way to cut off all ties.
But who would have thought that on the fourth day, that figure appeared again.
After not seeing her for a few days, Alan Yue looked even thinner and more haggard, as if she had not gotten enough rest.
When he arrived, he ordered the soldiers guarding the cell to retreat.
Those people were reluctant to leave at first, but Alan Yue said with a serious face, "I am not discussing with you, but ordering you. If you don't want to obey, I will go find my brother."
After these words were spoken, those people bowed their heads and apologized, then left.
A Lanyue pursed his lips, walked over to Zhao Litang, and began to treat his new wounds. Unlike before, he kept his head down the whole time and didn't even look at Zhao Litang.
However, Zhao Litang's eyes never left his face from beginning to end. There was doubt and inquiry in his eyes, so complex and deep that it was impossible to see through.
After treating the injuries, Alan Yue put away the medicine box, but did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he stood aside with his head down and said nothing.
Seeing that he had lost his temper, Zhao Litang suddenly didn't want to ask anything anymore. He said, "Let's go."
Alan Yue raised her eyes and looked over, "General, I... have something to say..."
"I said, let's go."
Zhao Litang said again.
He could see the pain and struggle in the person's heart, and he knew what he was going to say next.
That was the top-secret information that Zhao Litang had tried his best to obtain, and for this, the soldiers of the Celestial Empire fought bravely and suffered countless casualties.
Now that this top secret was right in front of him and within his reach, Zhao Litang suddenly didn't want to listen, didn't want to hear it from his mouth.
However, Zhao Litang's cold and resolute look made Alanyue feel cold in her heart.
"General... do you think I'm too late..." Alan Yue explained with red eyes, "My brother... he almost found me, so I didn't dare to come to see you those days... I was afraid that he would torture you again if he knew... I have already found out what you asked me to find out..."
A Lanyue told Zhao Litang some things about the barbarian army intermittently, such as their marching plan and where the army was located...
Zhao Litang closed his eyes, listened silently, and frowned tightly.
After Alan Yue finished speaking, she continued, "But General, you are trapped here now and can't even get out, so how can you send the information back..."
Zhao Litang did not answer, his eyes fixed on the darkness ahead.
A Lanyue also looked over, and then the blood in his body froze.
Amul slowly walked out of the darkness, glanced at Alanyue from a distance, then gave a wink, and several soldiers came forward to take Alanyue away.
Alanyue suddenly realized that the information he had heard in recent days was deliberately let him hear by Amul, just to catch them in the act when he came to report to Zhao Litang.
"Brother!" A Lanyue refused to leave and struggled desperately, "I took the initiative to tell the general those things. It has nothing to do with the general! If you want to punish me, punish me!"
Amul snorted coldly, his eyes sharp, "Do you really think I'm a fool?"
Then he took the sword from the soldier next to him and walked towards Zhao Litang with the sword in hand.
"You haven't given up yet. Even when your life is hanging by a thread, you still haven't forgotten to find out the military intelligence of my barbarian tribe. It seems..."
Amul threw the sword in his hand out, "... I can't let you stay!"
In a blink of an eye, a figure suddenly rushed over, pounced in front of Zhao Litang and hugged him, facing his back against the sword.
Upon seeing this, Amul immediately stopped the sword in his hand. With a flash of cold light, the sword brushed past Alanyue's arm and pierced through the wooden frame.
"Yue'er! What are you doing?" Amul came over and pulled Alanyue up, shouting, "Do you know how dangerous it was just now
Danger! Are you going to die? "
A Lanyue's eyes were red, and he tried hard to hold back the tears. He raised his head stubbornly, "Didn't you promise me? You said you wouldn't kill him!"
"Yue'er! If I don't kill him, he will always be a nuisance. He has no place for you in his heart. All he has in his heart is their Celestial Empire!"
Alan Yue smiled, "I... know..."
He turned around and looked at Zhao Litang who was silent, "I've always known..."
"Why are you still so stubborn?" Amul looked at Zhao Litang, wishing he could explain things to Alanyue in person so that Alanyue could give up completely.
"Yue'er, he knows that you are the prince of my barbarian tribe, but he still wants you to gather information about my barbarian tribe's military intelligence to help the Celestial Empire. If he cared about you at all, he would not let you fall into such an awkward situation. Why don't you understand?"
Amul walked up to Zhao Litang and looked down at him, "You should tell Yue'er clearly now whether you have a place for him in your heart. If not, I will kill you right now!"
A Lanyue was taken aside again and could only shake her head weakly, tears streaming down her face.
Zhao Litang listened for a long time without saying anything, but now he smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, but the smile was cold and without any warmth.
I only heard him say clearly, "No."
Amul was immediately extremely angry. He sent someone to get a whip and started whipping Zhao Litang himself, specifically whipping the scars on his body, pulling open all the scars and making the blood flow again.
A Lanyue wanted to rush over, but his voice was hoarse from crying, and he had no way to break free. He could only watch Zhao Litang in front of him gradually turn into a bloody man.
After taking such good care of him for so long, he finally regained some of his energy and spirit, but now it seemed as if he had been completely drained away again, turning into a gradually cold body.